It hurt, it really did hurt.
He didn't know why, but the scratch stung like crazy, as if he had knives cutting through his skin constantly. And for whatever reason, he could only feel himself getting more and more angry with each sting.
Lifting up his shirt again, he looked at the bandage that had turned red from blood flowing out.
The scratch wasn't human; it was a lot bigger than any human could inflict, so he had no idea what had caused it, since the figure in his dream looked to be human by what he could see through Eden, so if it wasn't, then what?
...
He gritted his teeth, getting out of his bed, which had made his wound hurt even more. He had told Kael about it, and he had told him to stay in bed to heal. He had also been the one to wrap his wounds.
But he didn't want to, he didn't want to sit in bed all day, he had already been sick and stood in bed enough then, this time he wasn't going to do so.
And plus, he had a job to do, didn't he?
